━━ Kairos and Isabella Swan, older brother and younger sister. Reincarnated hunters of the supernatural destined to fall for two vampires. Move from pheonix to Forks to live full-time with their father.
OOC! Isabella Swan
OC MALE SWAN X ALICE CU...
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The new vampire released the girl, his hunger satisfied. He stared down at the woman in his arms and cradled her body closer, a whimper of guilt escaped his bloody lips. A strangled breath escaped him as he looked down at his poor sisters dishevelled form, the blood pooled around her small form, it stuck to his clothes, in his mouth.
A feeling of disgust filled his body, the saliva in his mouth pooling as he thought about throwing up her blood.
Anger began to build in his body, a guttural shout of anger echoing through the warehouse as he held her frail body. The leader smirked, walking into the room.
"There he is, Kairos, the kin killer." His voice mocked, a sense of power fulfilling his veins as he looked upon his new lackey, he had turned their greatest fear as supernatural creatures into their biggest advantage. No one would come anywhere near them, now that they had Him.
The man growled lowly as the vampire came closer towards them, raising his head, the golden irises shone darkly, A snarl appeared on his face as the coven leader furrowed his eyebrows.
Vampires began trickling in, glee in their eyes at their newest coven mate, the one who ensured their protection. They began cheering at the vampire, unaware of the imminent bloodshed.
Kairos stood quietly, putting his sisters crumpled up form on the floor gently, keeping his head low. Without a word he struck, his movement a blur of lethal precision, he grabbed the nearest vampire and with one fluid motion tore his head off. The body fell limp against the floor with a thump, a cascade of crimson splattering against the concrete floor.
Panic erupted instantly, a chaotic scramble as the others tried to comprehend the assault.
He lunged at one of the frozen vampires, plunging his hand through their chest and pulling their heart out. The vampire falling to the floor instantly, the gaping hole in his chest splattering blood as he collided with the floor.
The other vampires, although powerful in their own right, were caught off guard and unprepared for the ferocity of his attack. The warehouse was soon overshadowed by the scene of violent carnage. Screams and roars of fury filled the air, mingling with the clatter of snapped necks and the thud of bodies hitting the floor.
Kairos moved with relentless purpose, his fury manifesting in every deadly blow. The vampires fought back, but their attacks were desperate and panicked, their attempts to defend themselves failing against his unyielding onslaught.
Amidst the chaos, Kairos's focus remained unwavering. He targeted them with methodical precision, each death a step closer to his goal. His movements were a dance of destruction, his rage a palpable force that left no room for mercy.
The once celebratory atmosphere was now a twisted tableau of violence and revenge.
The man smiled at the gripped the shirt of the bloody and beaten coven leader, "See you in hell, Melos", he swiftly ripped the head off of the vampire, letting his body hit the floor uncaringly.
He stood amongst their bodies, the warehouse was eerily silent now, save for the occasional drip of water from a damaged pipe and the sound of his wavering breath.
With a final, cold glance over the carnage he had wrought, Kairos made his way over to his sisters body, picking up his fallen machete, still dripping with the dead man's blood and vampire blood alike.
He fell before his sister's bloody form, knees digging into the solid concrete.
His hand reaching out to brush against her cheek affectionately before stopping short at the blood coating his hand, disgust overtaking his body. He wouldn't taint her body with their disgusting blood.
With one last crestfallen look towards his little sister, he raised the machete against his chest, his crestfallen expression never wavering, and pushed the glinting red weapon into his heart.
Kairos Blackwood fell onto the bloody concrete floor, his eyes unfocused and body limp.
The great Blackwood hunters had fallen in one day, although creatures still told his story. The boogeyman of hunters, an unwavering monster, a bedtime story for misbehaving creatures, a myth.
